Ode to Birge

Rabiya Mansoor

Rabiya Mansoor (2L)

Oh, Birge Carnegie! How I miss your dank volumes,
Hidden behind the cramped collegial communes,
There was no class warfare in your dim basement,
A safe space that could have no true replacement.

Oh, Birge Carnegie! Your graceful allowance of snacks,
Spoke to every student: “I have always got your back,”
The six tables for six hundred students were enough,
Since Billy could find Sally and whisper: “Hey, hot stuff.”

Oh, Birge Carnegie! Your faded red lockers will be missed,
One last time I stood at 067 and mumbled: “Class dismissed,”
The hallowed hall’s lights might have been immutably subdued,
But in our bosom, for you, we will carry eternal gratitude.

Advertisement

Begin typing your search above and press return to search. Press Esc to cancel.